Druggy's Wit H*es
Schoolboy Q"Druggy's Wit H*es" is a song by Schoolboy Q, released in 2011 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:38 long and contains 66 lines and 518 words.
0:26Got the baddest hoes
0:27Got the finest w**d
0:28Everywhere I goes
0:30They know who I be
0:32Now take a picture
0:33Now let me be
0:35Let me do me let me be a fiend
0:38I'm shootin' up everyday I'm tryna ball
0:41With my little China doll got my back like spinal cord
0:45That pistol on me yeah that 45
0:48Ni**a feelin' do or die f**k tryna be unified
0:51She over there
0:53Wanna be over here
0:55So I pull her hair f**k her from the rear until she there
0:58How are you
0:59Sh*t I go by Q
1:00Heyyy hoooo now what it do
1:04Got a king size and it's built for 2
1:07I been meaning to be leaning up in that p**sy like
1:10Promethazine and she took the semen my willy beamin'
1:13On any given Sunday that p**sy a runway she did it the fun way
1:18Smash it like Ticante
1:19She did me hombre no need for nombre
1:22We screamin' olé and olé we scored no goalie she's just a groupie
1:26And group-a gave top like toupée bum rushed that coochie
1:29Her p**sy lukewarm like long lay her head be Bombay
1:32Like gin and OJ took a shot and I won like gameday
1:36Yes I'm the sensei comprende
1:38Got a ticket one way
1:39Oh you don't really see it that I'm gone
1:41Pass the baton black
1:42Real rap spit to the break of the dawn ni**a we all that
1:45We all that see that's the sh*t that we be on
1:48Ni**a this Black Hippy nothing else
1:50Beat so bake I'm 'bout to melt
1:51All my sh*t be prison felt TDE we got the belt
1:54Hold it down if nothing else
1:56Swear to god on my life
1:57Where it's at Sh*t on sight
1:59Down to ride f**k a bike
2:01If I'm locked then fly a kite
2:02Keep a strap on like a dyke
2:04TDE we got the belt
2:05Hold it down if nothing else
2:33Quincy where the w**d at You know I really need that
2:36You know we go back memba when I had you smokin' Blacks
2:39In the back when Top was gone now Top is back
2:42That mean we in Juice garage
2:43You know you my brethren we superstars
2:45Still mobbin' the 7/11 f**k a car
2:49Top Dawg ya little fists ain't up to par
2:52Got the baddest hoes burn the finest kush
2:54That means I'm a botanist slash gynecologist
2:57Please hold your apologies for sleepin' it was prophecy
3:01I just need some time to have these demons climb up out of me
3:06You know the ones that got me sippin' these mickeys till I'm numb
3:08Having your Mrs' tongue missing from her mouth in around my nuts
3:11Ring around the rosie pocket full of dust bunnies
3:14This hip hop ain't done none for me
3:16Knew I was to be a star when I had a cubby watching Ferngully
3:21Now everything I puff fluffy and I'm so comfy
3:26Watch the company I keep place they come for me
3:29All these b**ches in your dreams drinking cum from me
3:32This blue dream steaming the lungs of me
3:35Oh buddy
3:38Soul
Got the baddest hoes Got the finest w**d Everywhere I goes They know who I be Now take a picture Now let me be Let me do me let me be a fiend I'm shootin' up everyday I'm tryna ball With my little China doll got my back like spinal cord That pistol on me yeah that 45 Ni**a feelin' do or die f**k tryna be unified She over there Wanna be over here So I pull her hair f**k her from the rear until she there How are you Sh*t I go by Q Heyyy hoooo now what it do Got a king size and it's built for 2 I been meaning to be leaning up in that p**sy like Promethazine and she took the semen my willy beamin' On any given Sunday that p**sy a runway she did it the fun way Smash it like Ticante She did me hombre no need for nombre We screamin' olé and olé we scored no goalie she's just a groupie And group-a gave top like toupée bum rushed that coochie Her p**sy lukewarm like long lay her head be Bombay Like gin and OJ took a shot and I won like gameday Yes I'm the sensei comprende Got a ticket one way Oh you don't really see it that I'm gone Pass the baton black Real rap spit to the break of the dawn ni**a we all that We all that see that's the sh*t that we be on Ni**a this Black Hippy nothing else Beat so bake I'm 'bout to melt All my sh*t be prison felt TDE we got the belt Hold it down if nothing else Swear to god on my life Where it's at Sh*t on sight Down to ride f**k a bike If I'm locked then fly a kite Keep a strap on like a dyke TDE we got the belt Hold it down if nothing else Quincy where the w**d at You know I really need that You know we go back memba when I had you smokin' Blacks In the back when Top was gone now Top is back That mean we in Juice garage You know you my brethren we superstars Still mobbin' the 7/11 f**k a car Top Dawg ya little fists ain't up to par Got the baddest hoes burn the finest kush That means I'm a botanist slash gynecologist Please hold your apologies for sleepin' it was prophecy I just need some time to have these demons climb up out of me You know the ones that got me sippin' these mickeys till I'm numb Having your Mrs' tongue missing from her mouth in around my nuts Ring around the rosie pocket full of dust bunnies This hip hop ain't done none for me Knew I was to be a star when I had a cubby watching Ferngully Now everything I puff fluffy and I'm so comfy Watch the company I keep place they come for me All these b**ches in your dreams drinking cum from me This blue dream steaming the lungs of me Oh buddy Soul
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